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deena races up to the front desk. "excuse me, somebody?"

a dark haired police officer steps out into the room from his office. "what's the problem?" he asks while adjusting his belt.

"i need to file someone as missing, please."

"of course, just this way." he says with a halfcocked smile, he leads the way to his office and shuts the door behind the two.

he bends over to open a drawer and pulls out a fresh form.

deena reads his name tag, sheriff goode. she looks as he's waiting for the information.

"oh, uhm," she swallows hard. "female, her name is samantha fraser, she answers to sam. shes around 5'7, dirty blonde hair with bright blue eyes. i should have a photo." she stutters and opens her bag and removes the photo glued to her bag. she hands the sheriff the polaroid. "there's something else."

the sheriff finishes writing and looks up, "anything to help find," he scans the paper with his eyes, "samantha."

deena sucks in a breath. "i know this is going to sound crazy, i think her ex boyfriend has something to do with her disappearance."

"how so?"

"the night she disappeared i saw his car pulling out of the school parking lot before i went in to check on her in the locker room. after i got to the locker room she was totally gone."

"that's it, who's her ex boyfriend?" the sheriff squints his eyes.

"um, zeke parr."

"wait, melissa and john's son?"

"i don't know who his parents are, okay. all i know is he had my girlfriend's shirt sitting on his car seat!" deena flies her hands through the air.

"okay, stay calm please. are you sure that it's her shirt?"

"yes! yes! why is everyone asking me that? i would know if it was. you have to believe me, this guy is legit insane." she points her fingers to her head.

"alright, i believe you. i would have to get a warrant before i can do anything. it's in my hands now, i can take care of it." he reassures the panicking teenager.

"thank you, seriously." deena blurts out.

"it's my job," he flashes her a smile.

deena opens the door to his office and leaves.

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hey i know that this chapter was another short one but i really have no motivation to write rn and you guys deserve something. :)

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